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The Moon was but a Chin of Gold
A Night or two ago-
And now she turns Her perfect Face
Upon the World below-
Her Forehead is of Amplest Blonde-
Her Cheek-a Beryl hewn-
Her Eye unto the Summer Dew
The likest I have known-
Her Lips of Amber never part-
But what must be the smile
Upon Her Friend she could confer
Were such Her Silver Will-
And what a privilege to be
But the remotest Star-
For Certainty She take Her Way
Beside Your Palace Door-
Her Bonnet is the Firmament-
The Universe-Her Shoe-
The Stars-the Trinkets at Her Belt-
Her Dimities-of Blue-
The Moon Was But A Chin Of Gold
Emily Dickinson
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Poem topics: friend, moon, never, night, perfect, silver, smile, star, summer, world, blue, face, door, privilege, gold, universe, amber, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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